One
morning the Marquis will discover
That
he's grown old and tyrannous
And
that some talking animal –
Perhaps
a vole this time, or a gecko
Who
walks upright and sells insurance –
Plots
to bring him him down. Really,
Would
it have been so intolerable
To
have stayed home, watching
Bits
of chaff floating on the stream,
Working
for his brother at the mill?
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